The following will be more satisfying if you first read Sissy Bitch Justice - part 1

Eric has survived a gang death sentence by being transformed by trans hooker Vanessa into sissy Erica and taken on a fifty-man gangbang. S/he still owes ganglord Lucian $12,000, which Erica will have to earn as a prostitute.

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Half an hour later I sat in a stained bathtub in a cheap motel bathroom in the skid row end of Hollywood. Vanessa helped me clean all of the semen off my skin and out of my hair. She wore only bra and panties. Her steam-damp bra well swelled out with B-cup breasts with huge nipples. Her matching white satin panties were plastered against ten inches of shemale dick as light as her flawless skin.

I wanted to go down on her so badly!

Vanessa’s skin was so creamy that under a street light only her broad lips and lovely flared nose marked her as a soul sister. I’d heard she was thirty but she could have passed for ten years younger. Her relative youth aside, Vanessa’s was an almost motherly vibe, especially out on the street. Even the older queens looked up to her.

She’d been surprised and greatly relieved when Kenny brought me to her door, still dripping jizz. Clucking her tongue in reproach, she’d stripped off my boy clothes, threw them in a garbage bag and led me to the bathroom. She hadn’t said a word the whole time she waited for it to fill or when she’d washed me.

Why doesn’t she say something?

She handed me a towel as I climbed out of the tub. “Crazy fool white boy. What the hell were you thinking, ripping off Lucian?”

 “I don’t know… I just had to leave town. I needed a stake for wherever I landed. Two grand is nothing. He makes ten times that a weekend night. I didn’t think he’d find out so fast.”

“So you’re stupid as well as crazy?”

I was about to make an angry comeback when I reminded myself I might be bleeding out through my ass if not for her. Then I saw there was fear… no, it was something else in her eyes. She was on the verge of crying. She was looking at me like… like…

“You’re worried about me?”

“They say every good queen got her soft spot,” she admitted, blushing prettily. “Mine was a pretty white boy named Eric.” She let a tear roll down a mocha colored cheek. “I thought you were too good for the street when I first saw you.” She wiped the tear away. “Street took the innocence away but you were still a beautiful young stud.”

For a second I wavered with nausea and nearly fell over. I grabbed the wall. “After tonight I ain’t no stud. I’m not a boy.” I shivered.

She took my arm and guided me to the bed where she sat me down. “You did what you had to stay alive. I got you stoned. Don’t mean—”

“Yes it does!” Tears welled up in my eyes. “I liked it. I liked being the bitch, the sexy bitch—being Erica.” I grinned a twisted smile. “S’a good thing too. They tell you what I gotta do?”

Vanessa gave me a sad smile. “I heard.”

“Some part of me is looking forward to it!” I looked her up and down with as much envy as desire. “I look at you and I want to be as beautiful as you… as much as I want to be with you.”

She looked at me a long time. “I know what you need,” she finally said. She brought back a bottle of cheap scotch from the kitchen. “Want a glass? Some ice?”

I pulled the bottle from her hand and took a huge swig. It settled my stomach almost immediately. “Sorry if I’m running my mouth.”

She sat next to me on the mattress and looked at me with fondness. “Lookie here. I tried on my mother’s panties when I was thirteen. By fourteen I’m dressing all the time. Fifteen I got kicked out, ended up on Santa Monica with all the other underage hookers. In all the time since then I can spot a sissy or a queen—a tranny—a mile away. That’s why I never made a move on you, even as foxy a boy as you was as Eric. I’m not a lesbian.”

“Get outta here,” I protested, taking an even bigger slug of scotch. “You saying you knew I was a tranny deep down inside?”

She took the bottle back and killed it before I could. “I can always tell. And you proved me right. Didn’t die like a man did you? You begged him to let you be Erica, didn’t you?”

I blushed deeply and began to cry softly. I realized how I must have looked to all of those real men, begging the way I had.

“Hey, hey…” she said, embracing me. “I was only saying…”

I buried me face in her shoulder and sobbed, partly in shame and partly in relief. After a few minutes she pulled back and started softly kissing my face, kissing my tears away with those large, lovely lips of hers. She concentrated more around my mouth, but with gentle kisses more soothing than sexual. Finally she pulled me next to her, and she held me until I fell asleep.

Vanessa woke me the next morning around eleven. Without question I followed her orders to clean the bathroom and the kitchenette area, then make the bed. As I had no clothes left, she lent me a pair of her panties and a bra to wear around the house. After we ate some of her leftover pizza, she put me in a pair of jeans and took me to a thrift store for my wardrobe.

We got back to her—our—motel room with about forty bucks in used slutty clothes, a few changes of girl underwear, and two pairs of pumps. She spent the next three hours coaching me to walk in heels, do my makeup—schooling me in feminine presentation. I couldn’t believe I was so excited to learn these things.

I guess I have been a sissy all this time.

Late in the afternoon, Vanessa took me out on the whore stroll on a shitty section of Santa Monica Boulevard. I watched her every move, copied her as best I could. I knew that I had to pay Lucian—soon.

“Twelve thousand dollars,” I heard Vanessa say.

“What?” I had been busy marveling how weird it was to be out in public not just dressed as a girl, but dressed like a total slut. It shocked me how much I loved the catcalls and attention from passing cars.

“Pay attention, Erica. Kenny’s going to want at least $1000 a week. Twenty to fifty bucks a blowjob, you’re going to work your ass off.”

All of a sudden, I went from being really horny to really scared. “Twenty?” I whined. “That little?”

 “If it’s slow you gotta charge less.” She patted my arm. “Don’t worry. Even on a slow night I never make less than $75 a night. One-fifty’s the average. Two-three hundred on weekend nights. Or more.”

“Yeah, but that’s you,” I fairly whined.

“Yes, but you’re white and you look really young. Tell ‘em you’re sixteen when you think they want chicken, eighteen if they’re not freaks. You follow my lead and you’ll make Kenny’s grand and then some.” She grinned. “Buy you some new hottie clothes… and of course, kick in for rent and expenses.”

“I will do anything you tell me to, Vanessa.”

“That’s what I want to hear. Now listen…”

Two hours later, I was swishing my mini-skirted ass around the corner at Western Avenue near the freeway when a Lexus picked me up. A car like that meant fifty bucks, minimum, maybe more. The guy was white, fortyish and dressed expensively. Vanessa told me a couple ways of going with a john like him. I sized him up.

“How’s it going, Daddy?” I asked in a girlish voice.

The look in his eye and the way he bit his lip told me everything. “I’m very good… baby. How are you?”

“I’m doing real good now that you picked me up.”

His nostrils flared. “You got anywhere we can go?”

I contained my excitement. “My roommate charges me for that.”

“He… he’s not going to be there is he?”

“It’s she, and no she isn’t.”

“Then you let me worry about how much it’s going to cost.”

He pulled behind the motel, and I explained she got mad when I used it over thirty minutes. He forked over fifty for an hour to come inside. I led him by the hand into the room we’d cleaned just for johns like this guy. I had him strip to his underwear and sit on the bed before we talked money. Vanessa had explained that vice cops never strip.

I pulled off my skirt and top. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the bulge in my panties. I knew the answer before I asked the question. “What would you like, Daddy?”

He nearly whimpered as he confessed, “I want to suck it. Then I want to fuck you after you suck me.”

I had my answer all ready. “Giving you head, getting fucked… that I only charge a hundred for. But I’m a girl. I don’t like getting it sucked ‘cause it makes me feel like a boy.”

Of course I was bluffing. I had to play hard-to-get here.

“How about for an extra hundred?”

“Geee... I don’t know.”

“It’s just like acting. Like in Hollywood, right?”

“Is it real important to you?”

“It… it’s really why I’m doing this.”

Time to go for broke.

“W-would you like me pretend to be someone in particular?”

“I… I…”

I knew it! “What’s his name?”

“Lu… Lucas.”

“And you fantasize about Lucas?”

He nodded, blushing.

“Family member?”

“God—no!”

“But you picked me because you’d never do this with him?”

He looked at me with gratitude. “Yes!”

“For an extra two hundred, I can be Lucas for a whole hour. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll even take off my makeup if you like.”

“No, please leave it on. My fantasy is Lucas transformed into a sissy… Lucy.” His boner tented his boxers. “Can you..?”

“Yes,” I said, standing. “I’ll be Lucy for you.”

I pulled my eight inches out of my panties. His mouth opened.

Vanessa came in two minutes after he left. “Break luck?”

I fanned four hundred dollar bills and two fifties in front of her. “You can say that.” I plucked one of the hundreds and handed it to her. “Down payment on my room and board.”

She hugged me to her sweaty body and squealed with joy. “Baby, you were made for the Life! Come chill with Mama.”

I gave her a hard kiss and then strolled to the vanity to redo my makeup. I saw her incredulous look in the mirror. “I don’t want to take a damn thing for granted. If I can get ahead on my debt, I’ll have a nice cushion for a rainy day. I’m headed back out there.”

She stripped to her panties. Her fine light mahogany skin was beaded with sweat, including her lovely breasts. She shook her fine, round ass all the way to the fridge and pulled out a wine cooler. “More power to you, baby,” she said. “But Mama here is cooling down.”

“You’ll always be hot to me,” I quipped, eliciting a giggle.

By midnight I’d made seven bills, not counting the C-note I’d given Vanessa. I was thinking about packing it in when Kenny pulled up in restored 90s sedan. I started to approach him like he was a trick until I saw it was him.

“You got something for me?” he demanded.

“Most of it is back in the room.”

“Well then get in, bitch,” he said curtly, popping the door locks.

As we drove back I was never so grateful for the guy in the Acura. Even Kenny couldn’t hate me as much when he saw how much I made in a day. It was weird: I wanted to be with Vanessa but I also wanted Kenny’s dick. When had I become such a sex maniac?

Kenny’s eyes bulged briefly and he allowed himself a frosty smile when I handed over all seven hundred to him. “Is this all of it?” he demanded, thumbing through the bills.

“No, I gave Vanessa a hundred for rent and food and to start paying her back for these clothes.”

“I ain’t gotta problem with that, long as you make your minimum.” He considered the moment. “Maybe a thousand is too easy.”

Vanessa broke off my protest. “Kenny, you know how it is out there. Three bad days can follow one good day. You just let Mama take her in hand, you’ll get your money’s worth out of her. I ain’t lying.”

Kenny guffawed. “Oh, I know Lucian will make sure of that. Tell you what…” He peeled a hundred off my seven and handed it to her. “Take her to the stripper store. Lucian’s having a party on Sunday.”

“I know the kind of party it’ll be. Can I come and look after her?”

He grinned for real this time. “The more the merrier.”

After he left, I grilled Vanessa but she’d only say the party would be like a luxury vacation compared to my gangbang. I didn’t want to press her so I showered, got in one of her satin babydolls and climbed next to her in bed. We fell asleep cuddling each other.

The following days became a blur of dicks, cum and money. It seemed like every other john wanted a piece of me. Vanessa explained that the johns always went to the new girl at least once before returning to the favorites. I couldn’t count on staying this much in demand.

These first weeks were my big chance to get some regular johns of my own, so I gave them all my best deep throat and I milked their cocks with my asshole muscles. And I discovered that rarely was I not getting turned on by the sex. I was a slut at heart!

Finally, Sunday rolled around. Vanessa spent extra time on my makeup working with waterproof, pro cosmetics guaranteed to last through a full three-hour porn shoot. She dressed me in white, sheer bikini panties that weren’t even half covered by a gold lame microskirt, and a sheer white bra that showed off my hairless chest underneath a matching haltertop. I also wore black fishnets and gold four-inch heels.

As we waited for Kenny to pick us up, she explained that Lucian had a monthly poker party. A tranny hooker and a regular girl hooker served drinks … and their bodies.

“It’s usually the tranny who gets used the most,” Vanessa said.

“Why’s that?”

 “Party guests sometimes have wives and girlfriends in tow. Mostly they don’t care if their man fucks a tranny.”

Vanessa said she’d served at these parties for years; she coached me all the way to Kenny’s mini-mansion in the Hollywood hills. By the time we got there, I was thrilled at the idea of being used!

For the first hour I carried drinks to two-dozen guests seated all over the huge patio surrounding the huge swimming pool. It turned out Vanessa and I were the only girls serving. Finally all of Lucian’s VIP guests had turned up, and I was ordered just to serve their table.

Chad was the biggest of all of them, two hundred fifty pounds of intelligent, thirtyish gangster whose cheek scar didn’t diminish his cruel good looks. He gave Lucian a doubtful look.

“You let a thief live?” he asked.

“You don’t waste a bitch over a chickenshit two grand, especially if you get it all back. No, what you do is you take it out of her ass—bitch justice. Damn, there musta been fifty guys fucked her that night.”

“More, Chingaso!” Chuey crowed. “And a couple of us got sloppy seconds. That bitch gives head like nothing else. No lie, homes.”

“And now she’s paying back interest working her little sissy ass on the stroll. Two hundred percent—of the street value!” Lucian chortled.

“That’s what… ten large?” Chad asked.

“Twelve. So trust me, I’m keeping face and getting over big time. Shit… how much has Erica made these five days?”

“Fourteen C-notes and change, brother,” Kenny said.

“Oh yeah, I’m making out. And when you stick your tool in her mouth or her booty, you’ll see she’s really just a bitch that’s been pretending to be a boy all along. She’s making me good money.”

I couldn’t help it. I glowed with pride even though he was discussing me like a piece of meat. Or maybe it was because he was treating me like a piece of meat. All I knew was I wanted to start getting fucked, show all these homeboys that my Daddy was right.

Chad shrugged. “I don’t know if I’da done it. But you’re right—a bitch doesn’t deserve to die over two grand—if she’s really a bitch.”

Lucian snapped his fingers. “Erica, on your knees. Convince him you’re a bitch.” His gaze turned dark. “Convince him so I am too.”

As I knelt in front of Chad I realized this was my life from now on: a sex slave who performed at her master’s whim. I was acutely aware of everybody’s eyes on me as his ten dark brown inches flopped out. It wasn’t as thick as Lucian’s but it was at least an inch longer. I took the base in hand and ran my tongue around the uncircumcised head. I smiled as I heard a grunt of pleasure and felt it swell in my hand.

I ran my tongue up and down the black dick, covering it with my spit while the saliva built up in my mouth and throat to take him as deep as I could. I knew that if I could swallow this whole spear of cock flesh, it would go a long way to making my Daddy look good.

I kept in mind every porno I ever saw, every oral trick I saw my old girlfriends use, as I put on the sexiest blowjob I knew how to do. And it was working. Chad’s dick was getting longer and harder by the second, growing to at least thirteen inches long. I would take him down my throat or die trying!

I held his cock in the best position and angled my head to make a straight line from my mouth down my throat. I pushed my tongue forward and opened up as I fed him into the back of my throat. I had a lovely buzz and a cocaine drip going on, so I wasn’t gagging. I took a deep breath and slowly, deliberately took him all the way in.

“Fuck me!” Chad grunted. “Oh yeah, you bitch!”

I smiled to myself. Not only had he called me that, but everyone else was buzzing with amazement at seeing a white sissy do this.

“Shit, I shoulda taken bets on what she could do,” Lucian crowed. “Does anyone doubt Erica is a bitch or what?”

“How ‘bout a shot at her booty?” some guy called out.

“Be my guest,” Lucian said. “That’s what she’s here for.”

I started the long up and down stroke of pulling back far enough to breathe and then pushing all the way down on Chad’s cock. He could no longer contain his groans and grunting, and I felt his big, warm hands stroke and fondle my hair. I tried to put everything else out of my mind except the blowjob I was giving and the man’s sounds of lust.

Hands slid down my panties, pulled them under my knees and off my feet. I felt a hot, wet man’s tongue bury itself deep into my asshole. I moaned around Chad’s cock. I heard guys encouraging my rimmer to get my asshole good and slippery.

“Pick up her legs,” Vanessa said. “Get this under her knees.”

Strong hands cradled my thighs six inches off the ground, and then they lowered me onto a thick cushion that raised my sissy ass into the air. I moaned as the first black dick slid into my butthole, and my cock got fully hard. I began sucking Chad harder and wilder. Before long he shot his load right down my throat.

He looked down at me with a pleased crooked smile as her wiped his last few drops of cum onto my lips. “You’re a bitch all right.” Then he got out of his chair. “Rafe, my man,” he called. “You just gotta get some skull from this whore. Damn, she’s got some talent!”

Vanessa knelt by my head and offered the spray bottle of Liquid X, but I shook my head. “You crazy or what, baby?” she demanded.

“I want to feel every inch of cock in me.” I winked at her. “I got a lot of lost time to make up for.”

She shook her head in admiration. “Erica, I think I’m loving you.”

Then the next hard cock plopped down in front of me. I ginned at my beloved roomie, and then I slowly, lovingly slid my lips down the new man’s—Rafe’s—boner, eliciting a deep moan of pleasure. There were eighteen men here. I’d be sucking and fucking for hours.

Kenny drove us back to our motel after midnight. He said Lucian was so pleased he was knocking a thousand off my tab. Only ninety-six hundred to go. He looked into my cum-splattered face with a look of admiration and… something else.

“I had my doubts about you, Erica,” he said. “But you came through for the man today. Convinced everyone you’re a bitch.” He smiled briefly. “You keep being a valuable filly and we’ll forget you was ever a bad boy.” He drove off.

Half an hour later, as Vanessa and I dried off from a sensual, sisterly shower together, I made up my mind. “Mama V., I want to start taking hormones,” I said. “I want to be a girl like my queen mother.”

She paused drying her lovely breasts. “Are you sure? It’s a big step so early on. You stay on a dose big enough to get good results, you could end up sterile. Maybe forever.”

“After today, I know I’m not meant to be a daddy. I am a girl.”

Later, we crawled into bed naked. My right asscheek ached a little bit from where she sank the hormone needle. I was thrilled to know she was taking me to see her hormone doctor later on it the week. I could barely wait to grow breasts like her, to become more feminine.

We gazed at each other, our heads on pillows in the dimness of the Hollywood streetlights and tacky neon flashing out on the avenue.

“I kind of lied before,” the light-skinned beauty confessed, her eyes bright with desire as she looked at me across the short space of bed linen. “I do have lesbian tendencies… with the right girl.”

With that she closed the space between us and softly pressed her large, soft lips to mine. My eyes filled with tears of joy as I kissed her back, feeling her smooth hands running all over my body. My cock hardened against hers as she pressed her body to mine. I loved the soft swell of her breasts and erect nipples on my chest.

She pulled back from our kiss, her eyes burning with lust. “I forgot to mention one thing, baby.”

“Tell me,” I panted with desire.

“When I’m being a lesbian, I’m a dominant lesbian!”

She plastered her lips to mine and plunged in her tongue, raping my mouth with it. My cock grew fully hard. I began to whimper with an uncontrollable lust like I’d never felt before. As much as I loved man-cock, and I did love it, I was hot for Vanessa beyond belief.

“I love you,” I moaned into her mouth. “I love you!”

She pulled back to look into my eyes with such adoration. “I’ve been a mama, drag mother—whatever you want to call it to dozens and dozens of girls in these fifteen years since I became myself. I watched so many girls, most of ‘em, who gave up. It was too hard—they were ashamed or just not ready to commit to being a queen—a tranny.

“Ever since I did your makeup in that bar, I’ve seen a girl come out. Maybe it was under threat of death you did but, but you came up with that idea, not Lucian. No real man would have done that. And you haven’t felt one bit of shame about it, have you, Erica?”

I tingled with deep emotion at hearing her lay it all out there just how big it was I’d done. “No, Vanessa. I’m proud to be a girl. I’m glad I didn’t waste one more day trying to be Eric.”

“I’m glad you didn’t too.”

I softly, lovingly took her erect ten inches all the way down. I swallowed and licked and massaged it with my throat muscles while she moaned and cried in ecstasy what a good girl I was. When it was time to fuck me, she aggressively flipped me over, pulled me up to my knees, spread my cheeks and ran her tongue in circles around my asshole until it was all nice and slippery.

Vanessa eased her cock into me so slowly it was like a tease. It took almost a full minute until her full length was all the way up inside of me, a long, slow, delicious friction that made my cock throb against my tummy. She held it in there for a long time without fucking me.

“Oh please, Mama! Please fuck your slut!” I whined. I need you to fuck me so much!”

“Okay, baby,” she said. Then she fiercely closed her mouth and teeth over my neck, owning me like an alpha cat and giving me a huge hickey. I didn’t know it was possible to be turned on so much!

Vanessa fucked me like that for an hour, toying with my cock and backing off when she felt me getting ready to cum. Waves of ecstasy washed over me as the ache built in my groin, an orgasm building like an earthquake. She deliberately built up the pressure between the both of us, leading us to a climax beyond my wildest dreams.

When we came, we screamed so loudly, neighbors on both sides pounded the walls and yelled at us to pipe down. As we lay there, Vanessa and me, sweating and panting and looking at each other with awe, we knew nothing would ever keep us apart.

Nowadays you can find me on Santa Monica Boulevard, usually around Western. I’m the white shemale with 36C breasts and long blonde hair— with seven inches of tranny cock in her panties ready for you to suck. Bring enough money, ‘cause I am so very popular I cost $100 just for head. Twice that it you want to give head to me.

Kenny finally got over his shyness around me, and he gives me a good fucking every few weeks—usually while I’m giving Vanessa a deep throat blowjob. Lucian stops by once in a while too. And of course there are his poker parties!

The best part is that I get to be with Vanessa every night and we make long, slow, passionate lesbian tranny love. And for five hundred bucks… we’ll let you watch!

Welcome to Hollywood, Honey!.

The End